R., W. · published 1633 · first performed or written 1622 [1621-1623] (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) (?) unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
I am very much deceived, and I did not send this Gentlewoman very drunk other night toth' Counter. I tell thee prattling Constable, 'tis a lie, Lindabrades a Drunkard? Hark ye brother, where lies her living? Where, why in Greece. In grease. She looks as if she had sold kitchenstuff. This is a common whore, and you a cheated Coxcomb, come hither, you rotten Hospital, hung round with greasy Satin, do not you know this Vermin? I winked at ye Sue, and ye could have seen me, there's one Iaruis, a rope on him has juggled me into the suds too. Now I know her name too, do not you pass under the name of Sue Shortheels, minion? Go look Master little wit, will not any woman thrust herself upon a good fortune, when 'tis offered her? Sir Marmaduke, you are a justice of peace; I charge ye in the king's name, you and Master Ambodexter, to assist me with the Whore and the Bawd, to Bridewell. By my troth and we will, by that time we shall have an excellent stomach by that time dinners ready. ay, ay, away with them, away with them. Oh this Rogue Iarvis. Now, now, you look like a melancholy dog, that had lost his dinner, where's my hundred Marks now you coxcomb? Truly father, I have paid some sixteen reckonings, since I saw you, I was never sober since you sent me to the Devil yesterday, and for the rest of your money, I sent it to one Captain Carvegut, he swore to me his Father was my Lord mayor's Cook, and that by Easter next, you should have the principal, and eggs for the use indeed sir. Oh Rogue, Rogue, I shall have eggs for my money, I must hang myself. Not afore dinner pray Sir, the Pies are almost baked. And Maryes now was won, and all her pusiness done, and Randalls now was run, her have made all sure I her warrant her. Look, look, yonder's the conceit, the mistake happened upon last night. And the very box at's girdle. Cot pless her Father Bloodhounds, Randalls have robbed Ancients her warrant her. Sir 'tis known how you came by that box. Augh was her so, will hear an Noble Prittaine, how her gull an English Flag? And you ought to cry. Oh noble Randalls, as her meet by Nagshead with Mayres Blood, brave. Here's another madman. Hark in your ear, you must deliver that box to me. Hark in her other ear, her will not deliver her, and her were nine and forty Ancients, and five and fourscore Flags. Let my foe write mine Epitaph, and if I tear not my birthright from thy bosom? Gentlemen, there's Alicant i'th' house, pray set no more abroach. Nay let her come with her pack of needles, Randalls can pox and bob, as well as her, her warrant her. What box is that? I should know that box. I will resolve ye sir, keep them asunder.
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I am very much deceiued, and I did not send this Gentlewoman very drunke tother night to'th Counter. I tell thee pratling Constable, 'tis a lye, Lindabrades a Drunkard? Harke ye brother, where lyes her living? Where, why in Greece. In grease. She lookes as if she had sold Kitchinstuffe. This is a common whore, and you a cheated Coxcombe, come hither, you rotten Hospitall, hung round with greasie Sattin, doe not you know this Vermine? I winckt at ye Sue, and ye coo'd have seene me, there's one Irni, a rope on him has juggled mee into the sudds to. Now I know her name too, doe not you passe under the name of Sue shortheeles, minion? Goe looke Master little wit, will not any woman thrust her selfe upon a good fortune, when tis offered her? Sir Marmaduke, you are a Iustice of peace; I charge ye in the Kings name, you and Master Ambodexter, to assist me with the Whore and the Bawd, to Bridewell. By my troth and we will, by that time we shal have an excellent stomacke by that time dinners ready. I, I, away with them, away with them. Oh this Rogue Iarvis. Now, now, you looke like a melancholly dog, that had lost his dinner, where's my hundred Markes now you Coxecombe? Truely father, I have payd some sixeteene reckonings, since I saw you, I was never sober since you sent mee to the Devill yesterday, and for the rest of your money, I sent it to one Captaine Carvegut, he swore to me his Father was my Lord Maiors Cooke, and that by Easter next, you should have the principall, and egges for the use indeed sir. Oh Rogue, Rogue, I shall have egges for my money, I must hang my selfe. Not afore dinner pray Sir, the Pyes are almost bak't. And Maryes now vvas won, and all her pusinesse done, and Randalls now was runne, her haue made all sure I her warant her. Looke, looke, yonder's the conceit, the mistake happened upon last night. And the very boxe at's girdle. Cot plesse her Father Ploodhounds, Randals have rob'd Ancients her warrant her. Sir 'tis knowne how you came by that boxe. Augh was her so, will heare an Noble Prittaine, hovv her gull an English Flag? And you ought to crye. Oh noble Randalls, as her meete by Nags-head with Mayres Plood, prave. Here's another mad-man. Hearke in your eare, you must deliver that boxe to mee. Hearke in her tother eare, her will not deliver her, and her were nine and forty Ancients, and five and fourescore Flaggs. Let my foe write mine Epitaph, and if I teare not my birth-right from thy bosome? Gentlemen, there's Alegant i'th house, pray set no more abroach. Nay let her come with her packe of needles, Randalls can poxe and bob, as well as her, her warrant her. What boxe is that? I shoo'd know that boxe. I will resolve ye sir, keepe them asunder.